Having returned home last evening after 10 days at St. Benedict’s Monastery, and being my way to a 6:00 physical therapy appointment this morning, I am way too tired to have much by way of original thought to share this morning. (And I have to save some energy to grade exams today.)

So I thought I would share a beautiful poem by David Whyte my dear friend Richard sent to me the other day, when I wrote about the need to accept that the best I could do (on a day I was feeling sick) might not be as much as I would like, but it was all I could do.

We all need to remember that it is enough. That we are enough.

Enough. These few words are enough.
If not these words, this breath.
If not this breath, this sitting here.
This opening to the life
we have refused
again and again
until now.
Until now.

(Enough, David Whyte)